Tuesday, October 23, 2007


A recent exchange-poem:


painting my altar red
promptly a fly makes a sticky landing

by pencil-tip: emergency rescue

O fly, buzzy creature neatly set free,
now you have red red feet

I too, I too have often escaped
feet red and sometimes burning
spared by pencil-tip release
for what purpose, what learning?

the shames of red: some I've known
bleeding their red to lightest pink
tiptoe in memory out of sight
seeking a long lost white

and she oh she who bared (so sweet)
her carapace,
her red red feet



At November 5, 2007 at 8:43 AM , Blogger Queen Whackamole said...

Lovely! One of my favorite Spacks poem-stories...


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